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[Title:] Expert in Everything
[Setting:] Modern AU
[Character(s):] Ray
[Summary:] They expect him to be an expert in everything. Internet related at least.
[Author's Notes:] Written for the prompt 'a book of faces'
The problem he’s found with being known in town as “the internet guy” was that everyone seemed to expect him to have an opinion on everything internet related. Even a simple trip to the vet’s office for Tera and Gig results in a fifteen minute conversation with the receptionist regarding Facebook’s IPO like he’s some sort of expert. Granted the initial startup costs for both SuperDownload and CycloSnitch had been funded primarily by his playing the various international stock markets. But if there had been one thing he’d learned with that was how little anyone actually knew about what stocks would and would not do well, and how easy it was to skew prices with just a few well placed rumors.
But he makes the polite conversation expected, and bullshits the same opinions he’s repeated twice already today. It makes her smile and she thanks him as he pays, freeing him to turn his attention to his two hooded rats in their carrier that she hands back to him. Days like today he feels like Tera and Gig are the only creatures he interacts with that aren’t constantly expecting him to have an opinion on everything even vaguely internet related. It doesn’t help that he’s never been a fan of Facebook in general. He has an account of course - several in fact to back up various personae. And SuperDownload has a fan page of course, though he leaves that mostly for Jean Marc to handle, since that man has a near supernatural talent for social media. Ray has always believed in playing to people’s strengths.
On the one hand, he can admire Facebook, or rather its founder and its dev teams for managing to weasel their way into almost every aspect of internet life. If he aspired to that sort of penetration for either of his sites, he’d probably envy them. But he doesn’t, so usually he pays them little mind. Except days like today where he’s suddenly supposed to have the expert opinion. It’s bothersome, especially since he’d really rather the townsfolk take as little notice of him as possible. Then again, they provide another layer of identity, since they knew him only as the owner of SuperDownload and of course the nice young foreign man who comes to drink at the bar a couple times a week and keeps pet rats and who’s done so much to get internet and other modern communication services run up to their small mountain town couldn’t possibly be the shadowy mastermind behind CycloSnitch that numerous world governments would love to get their hands on. That was simply unthinkable.
[Setting:] Modern AU
[Character(s):] Ray
[Summary:] They expect him to be an expert in everything. Internet related at least.
[Author's Notes:] Written for the prompt 'a book of faces'
The problem he’s found with being known in town as “the internet guy” was that everyone seemed to expect him to have an opinion on everything internet related. Even a simple trip to the vet’s office for Tera and Gig results in a fifteen minute conversation with the receptionist regarding Facebook’s IPO like he’s some sort of expert. Granted the initial startup costs for both SuperDownload and CycloSnitch had been funded primarily by his playing the various international stock markets. But if there had been one thing he’d learned with that was how little anyone actually knew about what stocks would and would not do well, and how easy it was to skew prices with just a few well placed rumors.
But he makes the polite conversation expected, and bullshits the same opinions he’s repeated twice already today. It makes her smile and she thanks him as he pays, freeing him to turn his attention to his two hooded rats in their carrier that she hands back to him. Days like today he feels like Tera and Gig are the only creatures he interacts with that aren’t constantly expecting him to have an opinion on everything even vaguely internet related. It doesn’t help that he’s never been a fan of Facebook in general. He has an account of course - several in fact to back up various personae. And SuperDownload has a fan page of course, though he leaves that mostly for Jean Marc to handle, since that man has a near supernatural talent for social media. Ray has always believed in playing to people’s strengths.
On the one hand, he can admire Facebook, or rather its founder and its dev teams for managing to weasel their way into almost every aspect of internet life. If he aspired to that sort of penetration for either of his sites, he’d probably envy them. But he doesn’t, so usually he pays them little mind. Except days like today where he’s suddenly supposed to have the expert opinion. It’s bothersome, especially since he’d really rather the townsfolk take as little notice of him as possible. Then again, they provide another layer of identity, since they knew him only as the owner of SuperDownload and of course the nice young foreign man who comes to drink at the bar a couple times a week and keeps pet rats and who’s done so much to get internet and other modern communication services run up to their small mountain town couldn’t possibly be the shadowy mastermind behind CycloSnitch that numerous world governments would love to get their hands on. That was simply unthinkable.